And there was my feisty Ender to save the day. With that tiny burst of confidence, knowing Asher was in character and playing along, I grinned at Jay and ignored Lewis while I went and stood beside my brother. My brother, Ender, I reminded myself.

“So, what do we have to do?” I asked.

“I’m taking pictures today to assess your chemistry. I’ll give you direction, you follow along. Feel free to take it where it leads if it feels right. Let’s start by showing me if you can even get cozy while being in each other’s personal space. I get the feeling this will be over before it begins.”

The jerk. We’d practiced this. We’d show him.

I moved into Asher’s arms like we’d been the night before. They circled my waist, landing at the small of my back where he applied a bit of pressure, keeping me close. Our legs weaved, and I brought my cheek to his, close enough I could whisper without anyone else hearing. “Let’s show this fucker what we’re made of.”

“Naked,” Lewis barked. “Lose the towels.”

And with the loss of the scratchy white towel went all my confidence. On a positive note, there was no way in hell I’d be getting an erection. I was pretty sure Atticus junior was running away to hide inside my body with all the eyes on us.

With erratic breathing and my heart staging a protest, I ditched the towel and moved back into Asher’s arms, tucking my leg between his again. My dick rested against his thigh, and I tried not to think about the reality of what we were doing. I did everything in my power to erase the fact he was my brother. My back faced the rest of the room while Asher faced the onlookers.

“Good. Closer,” Lewis said. “I want to see some poses like you’re halfway to bed. Lust in the face. Give me something to take a picture of.”

My mind blanked. All I could focus on was my brother’s heavy cock brushing my leg every time he shifted positions.

Asher, like the day before, got into character and performed long before I caught up. His hand still rested on my lower back. He splayed his fingers and pinned me to his front. His other hand took my chin and craned my neck as he brushed his mouth by my ear, lips poised over my lobe.

And fuck my stupid-ass traitorous dick for tingling when his hot breath ghosted across my skin.

“Good. That’s a good start. Hold it there,” Lewis barked.

The camera snapped a few times, then Lewis told us not to move while he adjusted a few settings.

“Maybe stopped looking so panicked, virgin boy.”

I growled and tried to make my face cooperate and be sexy.